Rap-a-Lot Records - Southern Comfort Remix lyrics

Lady singing: It goes on and on...... Mystikal: So this how it's goin down, hungh n***a? Big Mike: Yeah, it's how its happenin like that, loc Mystikal: That n***a Big Mike Big Mike: That n***a Mystikal Mystikal: Layin it down, layin it down, layin it down Big Mike: Playin wit' cake, playin' wit cake, playin' wit cake Hungh Bra Mystikal: Say dat' there' Big Mike: Fo sho Knawmean? Y'all know whats up Big daddy style {Big Mike:} Now come and get a glimpse of this Uptown pimp Who be havin a hard-on for this championship like Shawn Kemp I got these women ballin, shrimp and crawfish by the Lake Front Five gallons of D'Acquery, grilled steaks and blunts Now women, you can state what you want and fellas, you can state what you need But I'm always gee'd keyed with a bag of weed Yes indeedy, I'm the player with the ball in hand Got em ballin, man, darling I know you understand Now it ain't hard, nep, but you damn sure better watch your step Platinum and gold, these hoes know my f**in rep Slept for a year, kickin it back, takin it easy Now I'm back with the sk**s and the real flock to see me Now be me, be me, many a n***a tried to imitate this style Couldn't do i,t had to go home and practise for a little while Longer, stronger back in '97 and '98 I'm droppin hits Partner, stay off my dick, now quit Tryin to portray the type of n***a you can never be Mystikal: sh**, Big Mike the dopest n***a you will ever see Big Mike: Puttin' it down for my crown, partner, what you say? Big Mike and Mystikal, in December just like May {Mystikal:} sh**, I was born and raised in New Orleans I grew up on second line and gumbo, red beans Can*l Street, river-walkin' Everybody shout to da diz-nine(9th ward), hungh bra, ya not to be talkin' Pointin gats like they do in the movies Every night n***a made the news Wearin a polo shirt and Bally shoes 'Stik can remember when them n***as went for hard They would round up they boys and so-called represent they Ward When you get to the club it's gon' be some sh**-startin And some shoulder-bumpin, steppin on toes, b**h, I beg your pardon If you're a buster, then you're bust-up If you're a s**er, you're gettin s**ed up, tough luck Stand up like a man and hold your own is the only motto Cause all that gettin-f**ed-all-over-sh** played out with lotto Foot on tha brakes and ease off the throttle Before I bust you in your sh** with this King Cobra bottle Make the b**h respect Michael Tyler Lord know a n***a don't want to, but all you muthaf**as gotta Not wantin the Gucci's, tellin time through Movado I don't sell no powder, but I'm stackin g's in my closet Uptown n***as livin violent Westbank n***as gettin clicked out, Downtown n***as gettin violent I'd probably be dead or locked down if it wasn't for rappin Cause where I'm from n***as ain't havin fun unless they scrappin Goin to war brawlin b**h, don't get mad with me, that's how it is in New Orleans b**h it goes on It goes on ri' chea It goes right here in New Orleans...